Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.And then one day, he bought a guitar.He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.Built his house out of straw, what a pity.And then one day, jammin on some chords,along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.He spent most of his time just a ganga smokin.Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.Getting paid money for religious speech.He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

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Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.Built his house from his architect knowledge.A tri—level mansion, Hollywood Hills.Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.And then one day came the old house smasherthe BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.

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Well the big bad Wolf,well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.And low and behold the little piggy's house stood."IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted.The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.So they called nine—eleven, like any piggy would.The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.

(Rambo)"YO, WOLF—FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!"

(gunshots)

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.So thats to end the story, for you and me.If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.

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" And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuseidiots, with a stupid, puppet show."